Here's the thing: I'm super-independent, and I have a life I absolutely love, full of making poems and enjoying my three pets in my single-family house in Cambridge. Since I am coming back from a near-fatal illness, non-work things like working out and making/eating super-healthy (yummy) food, and time with art or friends (or preferably, both) take up my time. I'm totally content...but these days I'm feeling a little too...controlled and self-contained. I love my Buddhist practice, but I sometimes miss my old, wild-girl spontaneity. Have been married, but haven't been in a LTR in a while. I miss the intimacy, the inside jokes, the regular sex, the sanctuary of silliness. Make me laugh and I'll follow you anywhere; I can provide much of the same (though you sure as shit can't tell it from this paragraph!). I love long complicated debates about anything from lefty politics, to music of ANY kind or date, to why there are six parallel universes, or the difference between soul and self. See: even this is far more serious than I'd like to be, in early August. Take me dancing, let's go see a matinee, I'm up for anything. I suppose that flings only lasting until fall, are perfectly acceptable...as long as nothing's too crash-and-burn.
I am present, friendly, and curious
I have to spend 1-3 hours a day in the gym, to bounce back from the bad illness, but I actually love doing it; nothing better than being too pooped to be neurotic! I do a combination of something cardio, lifting weights and, always, yoga. On weekends I'm outside, sharing my workout with Annie the Wonder Dog (who only cooperates if I call her Gwen Stefani, I kid you not). Health-wise, I'm about 95% recovered from the illness, and about 60% back to the old me.
My days are as I plan them, since I work at home. I usually write from 5 am to noon, then hit the gym, then back to do more work, chill with the TV or a book, or go to hear live music and/or see friends. I work hard on my friendships; I manage to fit in a pretty informal but important meditation practice where I can.
Since my biggest career success was as a performance artist, I'm working hard to return to that. I loved touring around the country with my work, and competing in poetry slams at the national level (in '97, I ranked 8th in the whole country).
I like the balance of making art and making social change. I've worked for 14 years to strike this balance, and it means a lot to me...but you could happily distract me, if you really had a mind to...and, given the right circumstances, I'm definitely up for another LTR, if it comes my way; I'd be thrilled if caring for a good relationship, was something I was doing with my life.
(please note: I only call God God, and not "He" or "She." I have no idea what God is, except, um, God.)
--My smile is large and wonderfully frequent, as is my laugh, which is a good, loud, and infectious one.
--If I'm tipsy, or if you also have a Southern accent, then you'll hear me drawl. Otherwise, I've learned to hide it up here, where people seem to think that Southern = really fuckin' dumb. It don't mean that...
movies: "Whale Rider," "Notorious," "Memento," "Ray." see: eclectic!
music: Oh, where do I begin?! I can tolerate absollutely anything for 7 minutes, including even death metal if I really have to. Madrigals to Mahler to Mahalia, Zero 7 to MC5, and so on. Lately I'm back into cool jazz and TONS of blues. Boston is actually a pretty great town for blues...and trust me, I don't pay Boston compliments too often.
foods: am on a healthy diet now, mostly raw or whole stuff. When I cook now, it's either Asian or Middle Eastern. But I can cook Southern 'til you cry into your cornbread, or French until you plead for bigger pants, or Italian until you burst into an aria. I was married to an Argentine, so I have a love/hate thing for red meat. Frankly, if I had my druthers and food wasn't about nutrition or cholesterol or any of those things, I'd go right back to Peach, Georgia where my friend Vera makes the best fried eggs, in bacon grease (of course), fried green tomatoes, and beaten biscuits...and then she'd slip me a little bit of pie, if I hadn't already exploded.
--that one triple-espresso latte in the morning
--a quote from Goethe, which I take absolutely everywhere I go, and apply to anything I do: "At the moment of commitment, the universe conspires to assist you." It does...
--my animals: I so love to get the perspective (and humor) of living low to the ground, having a tail, and having one's ears capable of swiveling
--at least one good belly-laugh a day
--a packed suitcase, for when I need to bust outta here
(since I think "my health" goes without saying, I'm not really saying it here, and thus not going over the magic number of 6: gotcha!
you're a big proponent of compassion
you love the sound of a pretty voice
you care about healing some part of the world, however small, and you need some advice or a pep talk
you like long e-mails
you're good at paying attention to a woman
you love to flirt and be flirted with
you love poetry or words
you're into my red hair
you like personal space too
you have stuff on your walls that someone made by hand; no thanks to posters from college or framed stuff bought at the Coop
you like chicks with an edge
you're into Southern culture, especially of the African-American variety
you ride a sport-bike or racing motorcycle (i used to, and can still talk about wrenching pretty happily)
you get the words from Whitman, which apply to me: "do I contradict myself? very well then: I contradict myself. (I am large; I contain multitudes.)